Thara 32mm

Thara (32mm) pre-supported

Thara stood silhouetted against the bleeding sky, a symphony of contradictions. From her back arched two vast, membranous wings, thin as parchment and veined with infernal energy. Curved horns, like those of a spectral ram, spiraled from her brow, framing the unsettling void where her face should be. Her head and eyes were entirely bound in stained, woven fabric, yet from beneath this blindfold, a wide, grinning mouth was visible, a slash of crimson in the pale cloth. A long tongue flicked out, tasting the air thick with fear. In her right hand, a ball of viridian fire churned and spat, its heat making the very light waver, while in her left, she loosely coiled a barbed whip that seemed to twitch with a life of its own.

She didn't speak; her laughter was her language—a high, chiming giggle that echoed with the sound of shattering glass. With a flick of her wrist, the whip uncoiled like a striking serpent, its crack not just sound but a physical wave of torment that scarred the ground. The fire in her other hand was not for burning, but for unmaking, dissolving stone and soul alike into shimmering nothingness. She advanced not with the grim purpose of a soldier, but with the playful, unpredictable grace of a cat toying with its prey. The fabric over her eyes hinted at a sight that perceived not the physical world, but the very strings of agony and terror she so loved to pluck. She was chaos, given delightful, terrible form.